Chapter 66: The Needle of Fate 8

  On the surface, the team of 2 young men in light yellow suits now has three votes, but after the voting results came out, his figure did not show up unexpectedly in the dark.

  A huge dish suddenly appeared, and the body of young man No. 2 in light yellow suit was passively placed on it horizontally.

  A heavy cleaver appeared, chopping down knife after knife.

  Heavy chopping sounds appeared with the swing of the kitchen knife, and every time the kitchen knife swung, large pieces of blood splattered, even bone ends and internal organs.

  The No. 2 light yellow suit youth's corpse gradually became blurred, finally becoming a chaotic mess of minced meat, while the bonfire went out and darkness fell.

  Her eyes quietly gazed at the darkness around her, An Yi's face was solemn and thoughtful.

  The thief did not commit suicide out of fear of punishment. Is it because the people's certificate was faked? Or is this circle of issued people's certificates actually hidden thieves?

  Whether it is the former or the latter, both undoubtedly represent the thief's next action should be well-planned.

  If a verification certificate is issued to hidden thief accomplices, it undoubtedly proves that the thief has thought of a countermeasure for the next step.

  If they have forged their household registration and identity cards, then thieves will undoubtedly have better and more choices for escape routes.

  What would the thief do next? An Yi furrowed her brow, trying to get into the thief's mindset.

  The brief darkness receded, and as the bonfire reignited, the figure of Youth No. 12 in his shorts was imprinted on my retina once again.

  A rusty iron hammer with mud and stains on it struck the young man's head heavily as soon as he appeared in his No. 12 beach shorts.

  Clean and efficient. The pickaxe struck the young man in the 12th beach shorts on the top of his head. Although the pickaxe is relatively blunt, the huge force, combined with the conical shape at the front end, pierced into the young man's brain.

  Even... Yang Guang exerted himself and with a loud rip, he tore off the entire facial skeleton of the young man in the No. 12 beach shorts.

  Eyes, brain matter, as the skeleton was pulled down by a pickaxe, splattered all over the ground with a loud crash, while the corpse of the young man in beach shorts No. 12 fell to the ground with a twisted and distorted posture.

  "What's going on? Another person from Team 4 has been killed?"

  "Actually... actually..." The 13th ponytail girl bit her lip and hesitated for a moment: "Actually, I thought the 12th's speech wasn't good."

  "Before the 12th speech, it was subconscious that the 14th was a good identity. He didn't question whether the 14th would be a fake ID given by the second team to their accomplice thief. But... but..." The little ponytail girl hesitated again: "But how did the 12th get killed? In the last round, it was also someone from the 4th team who got killed!"

  "This... Team 4 has self-destructed twice in a row? I, I don't think that's possible." The ponytailed girl bit her lip.

  $$14th Mosigan hairstyle man frowned: "Being cut by a knife can't represent that the 4th team is good identity!"

  No. 14 Mo Si's hairstyle male subconsciously tidied up his hair: "Maybe it's because their team has good mental quality? Apart from this, it seems like nothing else can be proven?"

  "After all, there are 4 thieves on the field. A thief only needs to give a civilian ID to his fellow thief, and it's still very likely that the remaining one will be fooled!" The man with the messy hair, No. 14 Mosigan, sneered coldly.

  "Let's hear what both teams have to say first." The old man in the 15th suit also slightly darkened his face.

  "This circle of two teams' speaking positions..." The old man in the 15th worn-out suit hesitated for a moment, his face slightly unsightly.

  "In this position, the two teams will make their opening statements on the 4th and 7th. This position...". The old man in suit No. 15 pursed his lips: "These two positions may end up throwing the burden of proof onto the person who makes the statement!"

  "The person who spoke out has already gone against the people's evidence, and it can't be refuted even if they try!" The old man in the worn-out western-style suit looked increasingly ugly as he spoke: "If that's really the case..."

  "Alright, let's settle this with a vote! If in this round both teams have already spoken and shown their ID cards, or even if they've spoken but the ID card hasn't been revealed yet, then all votes go to number 7. The doctor will go to numbers 4 and 11 tonight and gamble on who is the traitor. Snipers, hold your fire for now!" The old man in the worn-out suit paused: "If someone reveals a contradictory ID card, naturally it's the team that was contradicted that gets eliminated. However..."

  "Considering what I said earlier, if a civilian ID is given to someone who has already spoken up front, but the civilian ID cannot speak back in rebuttal, then vote against it. For example, No. 4 gave me a civilian ID, but I couldn't speak back in rebuttal, and if I'm not a civilian, I'll vote against it! I'll vote against No. 4! This can remind special operatives to work!

  No. 15, an old man in a worn-out suit, carefully chose his words and summarized: "In short, when there's a counter-vote, special operatives will take action! When there's a counter-vote, the sniper will go after the person who was countered! For example, if I voted against No. 4, the sniper will go after No. 4, and the doctor will save the last remaining member of the other team!"

  "Ahem." An Yi paused for a moment: "Fifteen said almost everything that needed to be said, that's the gist of it. Unless someone in this circle explicitly speaks out against the people's evidence, otherwise, let's go with Seven, and then the doctor can gamble on the needle head, and the sniper should hold back their gun for now."

  "Right." An Yi hesitated for a moment: "If this circle really can't prove its identity, I suggest the doctor go give No. 4 an injection tonight! Because this team has been stabbed twice in a row, it's indeed possible that they are yamen! After all, this team is made up of thieves and gamblers... Okay, I admit they won the gamble, but I'm more inclined to think they're yamen! If this circle really has to resort to injecting poison, I suggest the doctor might as well kill No. 4."

  "Uh, although I've always thought that Team 4 was a bunch of thieves. But..." Number 3, the cheap T-shirt guy, scrunched up his face: "But Number 16 said what I wanted to say, and if Team 4 is really so crazy as to bet on psychology like this, then I believe it too. If we still can't prove our identities after this round, I suggest the doctor go give Team 4 a shot."

  "There are only four thieves on the field! Number 4 gave a civilian certificate to number 5 in the first round, and number 5 didn't refute; In the second round, this team gave me a civilian certificate again, and I didn't refute either; If they give a civilian certificate this round and still don't get refuted... then the probability of them being thieves is too low! Can they really keep getting away with it? That's simply ridiculous! I think it's unlikely that they can keep getting away with it." The 3rd cheap T-shirt man's stance has clearly changed this round.

  "Last night, we checked No. 9... civilian." The man in the No. 4 raccoon fur collar sighed: "Don't blame us for not being able to check people properly, it's possible that all the special ones are among the double numbers, and we can't do anything about it."

  "I'm sure this gang of thieves will frame the person who spoke up earlier with the citizen's certificate. Let's just vote for number 7 and get it over with, then doctor, give me a shot to make sure I survive tonight first." Number 4, the man with the raccoon fur scarf, paused: "Doctor, don't be stupid, even if this gang of thieves manages to frame someone with the citizen's certificate today, you mustn't hesitate!"

  "Firstly, we've sent out three civilian certificates and none of them have been countered. The probability is extremely low, right? Hmm... although No. 9 hasn't spoken yet, I'm telling you, Doctor, that No. 9 definitely won't be countered because he's genuinely a civilian! As for Team No. 2, their first round was a reckless jump by me, and then excluding one more civilian certificate sent to their thief companion, and also excluding the possibility of sending it to someone who has already spoken in this round, they've actually only sent out a few effective verification certificates. Do I need to help you calculate that?" said No. 4, the man with the raccoon fur collar, with a bitter tone.

  "And... just like the ones in front said, our team was killed for two consecutive days. Are we too fat to be killed? Is that right?! So, if I still can't prove my identity this round, the doctor must give me an injection!" The man with the 4th raccoon fur collar emphasized again.

  "Actually, up to now, overall, it's really true that team 4 is very similar to the yamen!" The woman in the evening dress of No. 5 tucked a strand of hair behind her ear: "As for the reason, the people in front have already said it very clearly."

  "There's more... I feel that not only will the doctor kill number 4 tonight, but also after our group killed number 7, the sniper should kill number 11 tonight! Otherwise, she'll directly commit suicide out of fear tomorrow, what to do? If they don't kill number 4 tonight, but the doctor does, then number 4 will have a needle on their head! So the sniper shouldn't save bullets, just go ahead and shoot number 11 tonight!

  The woman in the evening dress hesitated for a moment: "Really! I feel that the sniper can really take out number 11 now! At this time, don't save bullets, otherwise let number 11 commit suicide out of fear, then they'll be like having an extra knife!"

  "Number 5's speech this round is normal, not as weird as the last one!" Number 6, a young man in an autumn sweater, licked his lips: "Actually, I originally thought that team number 4 was like a yamen, but number 5's speech last round was really bad!"

  "Number 5, if you're not going to speak up, then don't talk nonsense. Are you trying to help the thieves or what? You almost misled me, I thought you and Number 4's team were the thieves.

  The young man in a autumn sweater with a big mouth said shamelessly: "Actually, from the very beginning, I wanted to vote for Number 2. As soon as I heard their speech in the first round, I knew that Number 4's team must be the officials! But then they had to label me as a 'naked vote', how ridiculous is that?"

  "If I didn't abstain, I would have voted for team 2 in the first round. Team 2 was eliminated in the first round, what's the point of making it so complicated?" The youth in the autumn sweater glanced at his mouth: "And last round, number 7's speech was clearly a white-eyed wolf's speech. You're digging a hole for me, and then you turn around and accuse me of being a thief? Clearly trying to make me a scapegoat!"

  "Anyway, let's do it this way. First, get rid of the seventh vote, and have the sniper take out number eleven tonight. The doctor will take care of number four. Then, see if number four can figure out who the thief is tomorrow. If not, the doctor will make another bet with the thief about the needle! At least that way, the yamen can live for one more day!" The young man in the autumn-colored sweater nodded solemnly.

  "Haha, haha, haha." The young man in the No. 7 leather jacket chuckled and shook his head: "Now everyone is a cow? Their eyes are shining? One by one, they all come out to play the role of Zhuge Liang after the fact? Aren't you ashamed? And..."

  "And even more ridiculous is that you guys didn't even get it right afterwards! You still think this team is a police officer? Haha haha haha!" The young man in the leather jacket, No. 7, looked at them with disdain: "Do you believe or not, No. 9 will soon turn against this citizen? And! Last night's search had a surprise, we searched No. 8, and he's a thief..."

  The young man in the No. 7 leather jacket was cut off before he could finish speaking.

  "No. 8, died of self-inflicted wounds." At the same time as the dull prompt sound appeared, the figure of No. 8 in a brown jacket emerged from the darkness.